Youngest kid of six with an inferiority and black sheep complex, but determined that God saves not just his soul to heaven but the remainder of his manic-depressive life, so others won't say he became a Christian and remained a jerk.


On identity
i won't be transparent before i'm opaque. and you'll get to know me starting from the small things: who my favourite bands are. what kind of movies i like. who are my heroes.

On Christianity
I’m convinced that when confronted with sincere, real love, the Jesus factor will become obvious. But let’s not plant the cross before we carry it. I’m not trying to con you.

On dreams
Some dreams are meant to be achieved. I know that. But maybe other dreams are meant to drive us, privately. Never known to anyone but ourselves.


On melancholy
It is a sadness that, when choosing between crying and sighing, will choose sighing. I'd almost say that melancholy is being sad about sadness itself.

On memory and nostalgia
It saddens me when life moves forward and people decide that certain things are worth forgetting.

On language
I've learnt that the word irregardless is filed as a non-standard word in the English language. That's a lexicographer's way of saying it's not a real word.

On politics
Crowds are fickle things. So when we stand in the thousands and cry against the present government, do we know who we're actually crying for?

On society
People always want the best for themselves. But I want to sometimes take second or third or fourth best, just so that the loser down the road doesn't always have to come in last. It must feel like shit to always come in last.

On growing old
Leasehold property make me feel sad. It doesn't matter how old the family photos are that you put on your wall. It's your family but it's not really your wall.

On philosophy
I ask you, if God loves everyone, and if God is also incapable of loving evil, how can there be such a thing as an evil man?

On a daily basis
One line quips, like this.


Friday, February 27, 2009

I won an office computer.

well, it's not free. i won a draw to buy it at two hundred sultans along with about a gazillion other colleagues, all of whom are vying for half a gazillion beat up dell pcs. i'm chuffed.

there are exactly four reasons why anybody would want to bid for an old office computer. they are as follows:

(1) they want to give it to their kid
(2) they're getting it for their sister-in-law's uncle's half brother's mongoose
(3) they want a dedicated all-downloading all-pirating machine
(4) they want to hack it and install mac osx on it.

i did some church work with this cool couple last year, whose coolness took a major spike when i discovered that they (actually he) had hacked their pc to install mac's operating system, the osx. i googled hacking pcs to install osx and all the easy three-step guides look like ancient hebrew to me, but i'm inclined to think that i can pay my way into some snow leopard love.

ram is still hot d*mn because the pc comes with only 512 megs of it, and all the hacking sites have pcs with like four gigs. (four gigs?) here's hoping i can get away with less. the pickupability of this pc stands at five hours from press time. then, it's off to the diligent search for someone who can help me hack it. until then, well, i guess i could do with a dedicated all-downloading all-pirating machine.

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